Like so many people, I was in a state of heightened emotion and awareness after 9/11. I, who had rarely watched cable news on television, was now viewing it many hours each day, and also reading my usual newspapers and periodicals with greater intensity and focus . . .

But when I started reading many other papers as well, I discovered a surprising thing. The Times and the Globe and most of my previous reading sources (the New Yorker, Newsweek) had pretty much agreed with each other. But now some of the papers predicted widely different outcomes, and analyzed the meaning of events differently.

It was as though I were sitting in a court of law as a member of the jury and being asked to decide a case. Before, I had heard only the presentation from one side. Now I heard both sides, and was trying to give both a fair hearing, and to approach my task without prejudice or preconceived notions.

The very act of looking at logical contradictions in one's own candidate, while turning off the logical analysis parts of the brain, caused a completely different part of the brain to light up instead. ". . . activity spiked in the circuits involved in reward, a response similar to what addicts experience when they get a fix."

[Blog] trolls are getting a fix from denying reality, enjoying a rush from ignoring the logical contradictions. It follows that arguing logic and facts with such people is not only useless, but self-defeating. They are getting positive brain-shocks from reasserting their illogical statements in the face of contradictory facts. Denying reality is making them feel great.

"Love leads to a suppression of neural activity associated with critical social assessment of other people and negative emotions . . . The work could provide a neurological explanation for why love makes us blind."

So George W, Al Gore, John Kerry, Hillary! . . . are mother substitutes? Back to Neo's transformation, it was a questionable Sy Hersh article in The New Yorker insinuating we were losing the war in Afghanistan that finally stripped the scales from her eyes:

I read the entire piece with mounting concern. The Vietnam comparison (although I don't recall it as being overt) was not lost on me. If this piece could be believed, we didn't seem to know what we were doing in Afghanistan.

But could it be believed? I trusted my beloved New Yorker, of course. But I could not escape the perception that there was something very odd about this particular article. Not only was it rather poorly written (something unusual for the magazine, as best I could remember) -- disjointed and disconnected -- but it read like a gossip column . . .

And that wasn't all. I wondered about the point of publishing this piece in the first place. Why did we need to know this so very badly? . . .I didn't see that there was any overriding public purpose in exposing this mission as failed; certainly not enough to justify the breach of security and the possibility of harming our morale and enhancing that of the enemy.

As we wrote our friend in her comments, "If The New Yorker had any sense, it would drop Sy "I certainly can fudge what I say" Hersh and put our own Neo on the payroll for weekly reports from 'the front.'"

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Touchy feely isn't the real world. Mushy people will not be adored by those who have their own agenda. They will be trampled underfoot and eliminated or made to contribute to the goals of the resolute ones. I am thankful for poeple like Neo who can wake up to reality.

I went through a similar conversion, by writing a book for and with a conservative. An original-thinking culture warrior, as well as a national-security, good-vs.-evil, "freedom isn't free" conservative, a neuropsychiatrist who has done Theravada Buddhist meditation daily for about 30 years, a believer in "self-command" and Burke's “Men are qualified for civil liberty in exact proportion to their disposition to put moral chains upon their own appetites.” He just . . . convinced me.

The book was called A Return to Innocence, and was retitled Dear Patrick in paperback. It was based on letters he wrote to a teen-ager.

I've felt myself going through a similar evolution in recent years, partly because of the terrorist threat and the inadequate liberal response to it, partly because of participating in a centrist-conservative corner of the blogosphere (Amba, Althouse, etc.) And lately I've been identifying with Neo's stories of her change. What gives me pause is the attitude conveyed by Goomp, "Touchy-feely isn't the real world." Well, of course there are times when a gentle, forgiving response is inappropriate to reality, but it's in our power to seize the times when it could be made appropriate. There needs to be a balance between the necessity for self-protection on one hand and the aspiration to -- yes -- a kinder, gentler world on the other. As Nick Lowe wrote, "What's so funny about peace, love, and understanding?"